Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Seychelles and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Motorama to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Blossom Toes,
Harry Pussy,
Underground Resistance,
Letta Mbulu,
FM Einheit,
Radiopuhelimet,
Depeche Mode,
Soft Machine,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Modern Lovers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Absolute Body Control,
Tres Demented,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Sound,
John Cale,
Robert Hood,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Carl Craig,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Patti Smith,
Deepchord,
Joy Division,
Fatback Band,
World's Most,
Gastr Del Sol,
Popol Vuh,
Ornette Coleman,
Agitation Free,
Kurtis Blow,
Pet Shop Boys,
Warsaw,
Davy DMX,
Bob Dylan,
Organ,
Grauzone,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobby Hutcherson,
David McCallum,
Scion,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Bananas,
Derrick Morgan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Sheep,
The Monochrome Set,
AZ,
Nik Kershaw,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.